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Oh, and the chaser? Underlying all of it was the fact that her beloved Daniel, once so strong, so capable, so well-trained, could have gone after “Kurtis Joel” himself, had he been physically able to dothe job. But he was dying, and his disease had made it such that he’d had to send his female up here, to ask his sworn enemy to do something he would have completed quite easily just half a year ago.
The duality of the cruelty was delicious. A two-for-one feast.
And Blade was such a glutton.
Under normal situations.
“So,” he forced himself to prompt as he deliberately regarded his extended hand. “Whatever are you going to do?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she lifted her chin. “Just tell me what you know.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’ll take care of it myself.” Her golden stare was unblinking. “You’re right, we both know what I’m looking for and I don’t need you to do my work for me. Tell me where the man is, that’s all I need from you.”
As she regarded him down the bridge of her nose, he recalled her riveting transformation, that which was lupine becoming human in appearance not with some ghastly series of cracks and pops and drooling à la eighties horror films, but rather with a graceful shift that was molecular ballet as opposed to anatomical car crash.
His sex stirred beneath his robing, thickening.
How could he be erect, though? He did not favor females. And he certainly had never tiptoed into thequicksand of obsession over something as transitory and unimportant as an orgasm. Or twelve. Or twenty.
Be a hero, he told himself.Give her what she—
Blade shook his head. “No.”
“Why are you so heartless?”
“It is my nature,” he heard himself reply. “I am what I am.”
“Well, that’s true for me as well.” She glared at his palm. “And my answer is no. We do not have a deal.”
A blaze of pain went through him, and he found himself swallowing a gasp with a grim surge of masochism.
Naturally, his unparalleled reactions merely piqued his interest further.
He was not a male to whom people said no.
Well, not unless they were answering the questionWould you like to die under mine hand this night?
“What are you going to do about your friend,” he asked softly as he lowered his arm. “Let him go?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, do you. And now you’re right. You are never going to see me again.”
As she turned away, he bit out, “Daniel doesn’t know what I do about dear old Kurtis.”
The wolf glanced over her shoulder, her whiskey-colored eyes as cold as January. “My husband can find everything out. He’s very resourceful.”
“He told me that you were not mated—forgive me, I believe ‘married’ is the word.”
“Heismy husband—and we will take care of ourselves. I’d thank you for the kind offer, but it wasn’t kind and I am never going to thank you for anything.”
“Do not go after Kurtis Joel yourself,” he said grimly.
“Goodbye—”
“If you want to live long enough to see your husband die, donotgo after him.”
The female stared at him for a minute. Then she took three steps forward until they were face to face. She was tall enough so that she didn’t have to tilt back to meet his eyes, and as her upper lip pulled up off her canines on one side, he could sense her wolf coming to the fore, just under her skin.
